#magnusshadow

[everydayxghosts]

"Think I'm good for now...leave the chains, just in case." He'd smirk all the same, amused that after that whole scene played out this woman would take such a tone with him. Her clothes were strange, barely familiar in that he could have imagined someone from the last time he was awake having a bodice like that; but her hair was bright green? Fingernails longer than his claws, and just as colorful as the rest of her; reaching for his face. The animal in him jerked back in reaction, scooting the chair back a bit.

Asa shook his head, trying to clear the confusion away, maybe get some answers. "God, how long was I asleep this time..." He muttered under his breath, snapping his neck to the left and right to crack the vertebra. "Would you mind tellin' me what year it is? And - don' take this wrong - what you are? Never seen anyone quite like you, an' I been around a long time..."

He didn't want to be impolite - as much as the situation would have excused it - seeing as this woman was the closest he'd get to a savior right now. He was just currently under the impression that he was dealing with someone much more dangerous than he was. "Tell me that and I'll tell ya bout the brand." He'd assumed she was interested in his tattoo earlier, because the alternative was that she was going for his eyes and he didn't want to think about that.

Minerva to Asa.

As asked so she had done, he seemed more scared to hurt her than she was to get hurt, as someone who once had been in that position the witch decided to comply with his request sending the bags floating to his lap. The bags of blood was fast drained as best as possible, she kept her glance at him watching while he ate, it was but curiosity that made her do it, he was a new surprise to dissect in an long ocean of sameness. It was a few months since anything interesting happened and the witch was long pass boredom, her thought of playing with fire were louder than ever, as her need for a little brain tease or adrenaline had her mood worse than normal. Or for a better way of saying it, brattier than normal.

— Feeling better? I can get more if you need.

There was a playfulness in her tone, mixed with a little teasing, she picked up his hat from the floor and pet it a few times to clean it up before putting it gently back on his head. Her eyes spanked curiosity, fixated now on the cross marking on his head, it was not a shadowhunter rune or nothing like she's ever remember seen before, she had to contain the inclination to touch it, although her thin finger with long pointy nails in a shade of dark green were already in their way when stopped.

[everydayxghosts]

so ive been gone, sorry bout that

life shit, holidays, you know how it goes. Promise i haven't forgotten you all but guys I HAVE MADE A

MISTAKE

I was in a Mothership game tonight (tabletop RPG) and i ended up playing a female version of John "Reaper" Grimm from the doom movie. and now, i wanna like...make a Reaper muse here.

I DO NOT NEED MORE MUSES HELP

TALK ME OUT OF IT (or don't maybe?)

@ahousefullofmuses @lucifermorningstxr @amongstthechaoscrew @viridanira @magnusshadow

[andys-main]

Characters

This is a list of my characters and their respective blogs, I may from time to time change them or their face claims. Add new ones is more likely than deleting any older. more information on them is on their blogs. <a few blogs are still under development but open to interacting still>

Teen Wolf

Hailey Hale, OC Derek Daughter. @younghale

Allison Argent, Canon werewolf. @teen-dirtbag-wolf

Lucinda Chen, OC werecoyote. @your-first-pup

Abigail Chen, OC werecoyote. @chosen-family

Kieran Rodriguez, OC hellhound. @hound-about

Samuel Lawrence, OC werewolf. @howl-puppy

Shadowhunter

Clary Fray, Canon. @clary-artbook

Minerva Bane, OC Magnus sister. @magnusshadow

Lillith Thrylif, OC Seelie. @naturecall

Rhysaric Kahua, OC hybrid Vampire + Seelie. @half-fae-half-vamp

Kiji Moon, OC Vampire. @blood-sckers

Harry Potter

Remus Lupin, Canon WolfStar AU. @moonyws

Violet Black, OC Sirius Sister. @vit-black

Carlile Yaxley, OC pure blood. Marauders era but can be adapted for others eras. @yikxley

Danna Malfoy, OC sibling of Lucius, Draco or Scorpius depending on chosen period of time. @coolmalfoy

Rose Weasley, Canon Hermione & Ron Daughter. @rosegweasley

Lily Luna Potter, Canon Harry & Ginny Daughter. @stareyeslily

Dominique Weasley, Canon Fleur Daughter. @domy-dumy

Descendants, Disney & Fairytales. Medieval scenario.

Marshall Mim, Merlin & Madame Mim Son. @mnmson

Harriet Hook, Captain Hook & Tinkerbell Daughter. @the-harriet-hook

Sabrina, Ursula Daughter. @of-ursula

Evangeline Grimhilde, Evil Queen Daughter. @true-evil-queen

Viola, Hades & Maleficent Daughter. @helldragoness

Eleanora Thropp, Elphaba only Daughter. @the-green-nerd

Katherina Cheshire, Cheshire & Mad Hatter Daughter. @kat-cheshire

Lucinda Charming, Cinderella Daughter. @thats-debatable-charming

Annelise, Anna & Kristoff Daughter. @annyfrozen

Holly, Rapunzel & Eugene Daughter. @flowerglim

Samantha, Hades & Persephone Daughter. @hadesnstuff

Percy Jackson & Greek or Roman Mythology.

Eris, Goddess. @chaos-eris

Artemis, Goddess. @huntertemis

Hedone, Goddess. @fckyeah-goddess

Samantha, OC Goddess. @hadesnstuff

Rosalie Bower, Aphrodite Demigod. @just-rosie

Ellie Frell, Hecate Demigod. @that-ellie

Johanna Hawke, Dionysus Demigod. @agodsmess

Christian Monet, Apollo Demigod. @apollo-demiboy

Max Lightstorm, Despina Demigod, Wynter brother. @snow-max

Wynter Lightstorm, Despina Demigod, Max Sister. @snow-wynter

Angelou Fredricks, Macaria Demigod. @anghindingplace

Danielle Robbins, Thanatos Demigod. @half-blood-dani

Darya James, Zeus Demigod. @light-n-thunder

[everydayxghosts]

He had no idea what was happening here, but slowly he was regaining his strength and testing the chains without even meaning to. That woman had better hurry. Why wasn't he in that damned cavern? There was a whole plan, even if he hadn't managed to succeed in never waking up again, at least no one would have been around to hurt when he succumbed tot he hunger.

Then she had come back with an arm full of...he didn't recognize it, but he could smell it. It was blood, somehow. It smelled strange, but everything smelled strange, now that he realized he was smelling things again. He had no choice but to trust her. "That thing ya did with the chair...put'em here." He was starting to have a tone to his voice now, but it still sounded like sand paper. He had enough range of motion that her physically handing them to him was dangerous, but he could get the bags to his mouth; so he'd pat his lap as a deposit location.

3 liters...that was a little over half a person. He hoped that would be enough; biting into the first packet almost as soon as they were given to him; making a mess of it as he wasn't used to plastic in his mouth. Almost immediately after the first one was empty his whole body seemed to - well, relax wasn't the word, he was still very tense, but it seems as though he could move properly now - and now that he could taste it he realized just how clean it was. Maybe it would be enough...

He still tore through the offered sustenance ravenously, only when the last one was drained did he bother to even come up for air; looking decidedly more alive and human shaped now. Panting slightly to catch his breath; he flexed his hands and then smiled. Control, no pain. No one had to be hurt. "...Ya got my thanks, miss. Truly." Now that the color had returned to him, and he wasn't desiccated, the red-brown cross tattooed across his brow and down his nose would be very much visible. "Could ya...do me a favor an' put my hat back on me? Little bright in here..." He'd nod over to where the well worn black felt Stetson had fallen on the floor.

The Witch could feel the fear in his eyes, he was somewhat lucky to be found by her and not someone else as much as someone else was lucky to not be the one to find him. The dust falling on the floor, his weak appearence and wiggling moviments, "he must've been there for a long time" she caught herself thinking while observing him more carefully.

"blood" he said, not to her surprise as there was just a few species she knew of that could have those kinds of fangs, he was not a new born but could be close enough by the amount of time he seemed to be locked. For their good sake, Magnus had a little stash in his office, He'd not be happy to know she used them but Minnie knew he'd also understand why she would have done so.

— Okay, try to breath a little, I'll be right back.

She let him there while moved to the other room, entering Magnus's office, quickly got to the blood bank and took about 6 of the blood sacks of the first type she laid eyes upon and hurry back with them mounted in her arms almost wanting to "jump off".

— Here we go... About 3 liters of cold blood.

[everydayxghosts]

She wasn't leaving. Why wasn't she leaving? If she left now she might get far enough that he wouldn't want to track her when he got out. And now she seemed calm? What had he woken up to? The her eyes changed fucking color and for a moment the animal hunger in him was replaced with fear. He hadn't known danger for...he couldn't even remember how long it had been since anything could really hurt him. His body was starting to slide out of the wardrobe anyway, legs beginning to loosen up.

Then the command; almost like that of the Hive Queen. His own instincts challenged the command; but he was too weak to really fight it. He moved like a newborn fawn, trying to get out of the box he'd crammed himself into. Skin cracked, dropping dust around as he managed to pour himself into the chair; panting and growling as he tried to control himself.

The chains frightened him at first as he'd never seen anything close to magic before; but they were strong enough to hold him for now, and it did help him to gain some measure of control. "Gonna...need blood." His voice sounded like tearing old parchment and broken glass. "Lot of blood...or I go feral...don' wanna do that..."

His eyes, to avoid staring at the throbbing vein in the woman's neck; trained on his hat. For the first time in ages, he stated to pray. "In this time of need, strengthen me. You are my refuge and strength. I do not fear, for You are with me."

It was honestly frightening for a few moments, when Minerva thought her brother had bought a dead body or something, but his eyes would open soon as the doors did too, it was moving! "run" it said, her eyes could see fangs in his mouth, and his eyes somewhat glow and that for some reason calmed her down.

She exhales deeply as the first fright had passed and her brain started to function again. He asked for her safety, at least it seemed so. But if a simple locked door could be enough, maybe there were another alternative, she didnt know how long she would have until he was fully able to move, so with a blink her eyes started to glow turning bright purple with vertical slids, like a cat. Her hands sweft fast as a big bulky chair slid across the living room and stoped in front of him.

— Please Seat.

She'd say in a command tone, and he would feel inclined to obey. If done so, she would then summon iron chains to hold him in place, it was a lot stronger than the plain woods on the wardrobe's door but also he could breath and be a lot more confortable probably.

[everydayxghosts]

Asa hadn't intended to wake up at all, hoping this time, finally, starvation would waste him beyond his strange regenerative abilities. Four times so far - the last one during the gold rush if his clothing was anything to go off of - he'd tried this weird roundabout suicide. Much as he would hate to admit he was still a Priest and while he was almost sure he was going to hell anyway, the hell for suicides was in his mind worse than the one for murderers.

He thought he heard voices somewhere at one point, but he'd dreamed in these torpors before; must have been a memory. At least this time he didn't have to relive Sola Mira again; this sleep had been fairly peaceful. It was about this point that he realized he was thinking, actively. Shit, he was waking up. No, no; not another failure! Maybe if he just pretended to still be asleep his body would accept it.

Rattling, now...was someone unlocking the box? No, no no no. That poor bastard has no idea what they're letting out. His body was so stiff, maybe the idiot would have time to run? He couldn't move to hold the doors shut. He managed to get his eyes open just before the doors opened, and he was face to face with a screaming woman. At least this one fell back and not forward. His hat tumbled off his head and out onto her chest.

Asa would manage to blink, working his jaw slowly so that he could try to speak even if he barely had a voice at all right now. "R-run...don' wanna...hurt ya..." Fangs would be on full display due to how shrunk tight his skin was, eyes mirrors in the darkness of the wardrobe. "Shut door...lock...please..." His arms were beginning to move now, and what little expression he could manage was equal parts terror and hunger.

Close Starter @everydayxghosts

It was just another normal day in the Magnuses household, soon after noon Minnie would get into the loft apartment without knocking as usual and just hope Magnus was either dresses or not at home at all. After a few years he made peace with the fact that his baby sister was not a very etiquette type of girl, she'd just make herself at home, steal his clothes, his potions, his clients and sometimes his partners too. Of course they would never argue about it, communication was key.

— Hey Ma-aag, are you home?

She called loudly and nothing was answered, so the witch deduce her big bro was not in, good, it was easier to snoop around like that and was not difficult for soon a giant Wardrobe to call her attention. Come on! The thing was in the middle of his entrance room! Looked old, a little worn off by the time and weather but still a vintage and steady piece. First she would open a drawer on the bottom that turned out empty and than try to open the front doors.

— Locked? Really mag, don't you know me already?

Thought out loud, with a flick of a hand the doors unlocked and open by themselfs to the figure of something that looked either dead or almost there, making her scream and tumble back. She was definitely not ready for that.